Author's Note

His slow yet deep kiss, made me forget what was right or wrong.

"I love the way, your body reacts to me." He touched my jaw sensually.

I pushed him trying to come to my senses, but he was not ready. He pulled me to the bed where I check my patients and scooped me up to sit.

"I... I check my....my patients here."

Pregnancy was part of her revenge and falling in love was out of questions. But he rejected her yet she loved him. 'Love is blind'. She gave him all the chances she could think of. Despite being an independent woman, she was vulnerable, heartbroken by multiple rejections. But to be loved by someone, you need to learn to love yourself first.

Is it too late or the beginning of a second chance?